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 Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 6:11 pm
 He wasn't seriously doing this, he wasn't seriously doing this, he was seriously doing this.
Oh featherstuck. Oh sweet songs of his mother. He was actually leaving a pack without telling the alphas. He was terrible, awful, inconceivably miscreant. Worse, he was logicating to himself that it was alright, that the alphas wouldn't even notice him leaving. He was barely a presence among them anyway, and after having death with not two, but three different heartbreaks of differing manners, Par just wasn't sure he could stay and be emotionally healthy anymore.
So the pudgy male left one early morning. Simple as that.
He certainly didn't leave in good conscience, but Partridge's legs kept moving regardless. He hadn't the slightest clue what he was doing, or where he was going, and it was tiring after a couple of days to walk for hours on end. Also, not being so great at hunting. Guess it was a good thing he had some extra pounds he could shed!
. . . QQ what was he dooooinggggggggg.
He wanted to turn around and mach right back, but he was in unfamiliar territory where nothing but grey slush could be seen, if not dead trees and the occasional forager.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 7:01 pm
 So, sure, it was not the most romantic of seasons. Grey slush didn't make any white wolf becoming, and it was doing no favors for Deolaya. Particularly, particularly because she was flying solo just now, and it was just hard to be herself with no one around. Even the way to walk seemed weird, suddenly, and always suddenly, whenever she realized she was clambering over a fallen tree or shaking a thorny twig from her leg. Being alone...was disgusting. And this weather was disgusting, and as she thought about it she found herself rumbling closer and closer to an outburst, a little tantrum. Her pretty face scrunched up, and she turned, kicking crud off of her paw, and caught herself at the very cusp of a scream when she spied a pair of bright red somethings flashing there behind her. The resulting, resounding peep that had escaped her lips rushed ahead of her as she pulled her s**t together, shaking out her coat and becoming, suddenly, light and poised and beautiful, even against the shitty backdrop of a dripping, wintry forest. It was a wolf! Maybe even a boy one!
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2012 7:14 pm
Nervous as Par was, it was expected that he heard the sounds of someone coming; or rather, the peep. It probably wasn't expected, however, that he would leap half a foot in the air, whirl around while doing so, and look more pitiful than menacing as he tried to find the source. "I-I know four-footed-fighting styles!" he cried, real lips then drawn tight as he searched the slush. This was perhaps the fourth time in a week he had overreacted to outside stimuli, and he was starting to think he was getting paranoid -
And then he saw Mrs. Robinson the she-wolf. Surprisingly she'd been hard to pick out, at least to Partridge: pale coat, palish snow, same different. Her coat looked thick and recently fluffed out, and the casual way she was walking towards him cleared any doubts he might have that there was someone more handsome to be staring at.
But it raised another question: why was she looking for him? Had Par seen her before? He couldn't remember, and he certainly thought this sort of impression would have lasted in even his fleeting mind. "H-Hello?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 2:29 pm
As Partridge waffled, the she-wolf picked her way inexorably toward him, her face coyly averted; she watched him, yes, but only from the corner of her sky-blue eye. Curiously, everything in her demeanor that suggested at her state of mind had vanished; she crept forward instead with body language stating overtly that she, oh she, was a delicate thing, a poised thing, a feminine thing. Once they were close enough to speak, she raised those bright eyes uncoyly to meet his, her whiskers twitching forward, her ears attuned. And then broke out into a smile, and if Par had the impression of the sun bursting marvelously through the cover of clouds, he would not be the first or last to do so - she was a pretty wolf, but that smile was beautiful. Warm and sweet and reassuring against the measured femininity she was otherwise presenting. She aimed that sucker at him for a fair half-second, and thumped her tail. "Do you really know four-footed fighting styles?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 3:29 pm
Was she expecting him to speak? It would've been a marvel of mental feats to do so. Why, his heart was a'burst with flutterings (or maybe it was just racing, Par wasn't sure), and he was panting as if he'd ran straight into this gorgeous specimen instead of stood in place and stared like a doe at her impending doom. Mind you, if this was how Partridge would find his end, he was just fine with it; there were worse things to die from.
"I-I-I-I-" He stammered worse than a squirrel who found cacao beans. Averted eyes, flustered flicks of his tail, a slightly lowered head. "N-Not really . . ." Chicks dug honesty, right? Plus it wasn't like he had the figure of a well-to-do fighter for boasting pleasure. Oh confound it, what was he to do! "Are you lost, m-miss?" he eventually asked her toes.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 2:03 pm
The she-wolf's eyes sparkled with what was, most likely, delight at Partridge's lost composure. Wasn't he just the perfect little distraction! Her head tilted heavily as she listened (really, there was something oddly...babyish about that move), and her tail whisked in a friendly reply to his own nervous twitchings. Her brow furrowed. "You know...I am, kind of." Eyes, downward! "I, um, I moved here with my mate, not so long ago, but he ran off with some girl." Her voice had lowered its wattage from bright to dim, as if she was abashed by this development, as if Par was someone she trusted and not some dude she's met 30 seconds ago. "So I don't know anybody here, no pack or anything."
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